The Kentuckian Broom Girl.

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[Written for the Clay Melodist.]
(By the author of the "Bonnie Clay Flag.")

From Ashland I come, with my Whig brooms all laden,
To happy New England, in summer's gay bloom,
Then listen, fair lady and young smiling maiden —
O buy of the wandering Kentuckian a broom.
Buy a broom! Buy a broom!
Buy a broom! Buy a broom!
O buy of the wandering Kentuckian a broom.

To brush away Locos that sometimes annoy you,
You'll find it quite handy to use night and day;

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And what better sport, pray, lady, can employ you,
Than to sweep all teazing Loco Focos away.
Buy a broom! Buy a broom!
Buy a broom! Buy a broom!
Than to sweep all teazing Loco Focos away.

Though fair they may promise, don't trust them too near you,
Their pledges they broke once and courted their doom;
So, lady, remember, when teaze they and dear you,
To brush them away with the Kentuckian's broom.
Buy a broom! Buy a broom!
Buy a broom! Buy a broom!
To brush them away with the Kentuckian's broom.

Ere autumn comes on, for dear Ashland departing,
I'll leave you, fair lady, to brush in my room;
If sweeping the Locos, you set them all starting,
Bless the time in New England I cried — buy a broom.
Buy a broom! Buy a broom!
Buy a broom! Buy a broom!
Bless the time in New England I cried, buy a broom!